There is an intense debate in Australian society about where the ANZAC sits in our national memory; the way in which it is remembered. All things aside, we must commemorate it for what it was: a tragedy. Sydneysiders are rarely so solemn, so sober. … Continue reading →

The screams, 8am, Town Hall, CBD Sydney Here are my friends. Well, not close friends … just acquaintances. Well, actually, I didn’t speak to them … we were just chillaxin’ on the same street around Town Hall. Pretty cool cats. So … Continue reading →

I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. What happened to those promises you made me, when I was young and dumb (and not so streetwise)? That you were going to look after me? Dinner, followed by a gentle push … Continue reading →